Heather hands out Punishment....

Heather's mood instantly changed once she closed the door and pointed to Gavin's laptop on the table. "C'mon Gavin," she said softly "turn on your computer, we need to talk."

" 'Bout what?" he asked nervously wishing for the 100th time that he hadn't come on this trip and stayed home instead. His hands started to shake at the thought of what Heather might end up doing to him and all types of painful scenarios started to play like a horror film in his mind. each scene being more horrible or more humiliating than the last.

She put an arm around Gavin's shoulder as she led him to his laptop, her breast pressing against the young teen's skinny arm, 'Poor kid, I think I've seen cocks thicker than his arms' she thought. She led the nervous teen to the laptop and Heather felt him stiffen and almost start to tremble. "Geez! would you just relax?" Heather said slightly annoyed "I'm not going to kill you. But I need your help with Vicky and Zack."

"You were just kicking my ass out there and now you want my help?" A bewildered Gavin said and he let Heather guide him into his seat and turn on the computer.

"Forget about that," Heather said. "I was just messing with ya."

"What? Why? Wh-" Gavin stuttered.

Heather huffed as she started to roll Gavin's shoulders while her tits pressed against his back. "I threw the frisbee wide on purpose so you would fumble the catch. That way I could pretend to get mad at you so when we lost I could pretend to be pissed off at you and drag you back in and sit your ass right here."

Gavin turned his head around in awe. He could believe she had manipulated him and everyone else like that. Turning around his face dug itself right into the middle of Heather's massive cleavage. For a second he stood there frozen before pulling back and falling from his chair trying to apologize.

Heather just laughed at Gavin's embarrassment as she pulled him up from the floor, "I thought you would have learned from last night that approach doesn't work!"

Gavin tried to apologize and deny but Heather just waved off his apology, "So, how long has our boy Zack had a crush on Vicky?" Heather asked as she helped him stand up.

"A long time," said Gavin before he realized he had said it out loud.

"Since before or after Lisa," Heather asked, her blue eyes measuring every twitch and tone in Gavin's words. She knew she had him off balance and that he was scared and confused enough to tell her the truth.

"Since before Lisa," Gavin admitted sheepishly.

"Mph" Heather grunted "Vicky said she first started feeling someone was stalking her, or us, since our trip to the mall back in December. Mmmm, So I don't think it's Zack." she paused for a moment, she pouted her lips while she tapped her fingers on her lips, "If Vicky's stalker was Zack we would have noticed it earlier. So if you want to clear Zack's good name you," she said wagging her finger in his face, "you need you to hack into the mall security, get their video recording and see if we can find who was following us that day."

"But I can't do that." Gavin protested.

"Sure you can." Heather said with complete confidence "I know for a fact you can hack into someplace like the mall. Their security is much lower than Raver's Enterprise right? I know for a fact that 'Switch' can do it." she emphasized by pointing her finger at him and smirking as she saw Gavin face light up in surprise at her using his moniker.

"But, but, how did..." he stuttered.

"You made the security tryout last year for Ravers Enterprise." Heather said "My uncle was surprised when he found out that a certain classmate of mine scored 4th in the trial. Pretty damm good for a teen."

"Thanks," Gavin said slightly embarrassed by the unexpected praise coming from his current tormenter.

"So. Hack into the security, and get me those videos and we can prove that Zack wasn't stalking Vicky, and maybe then," she paused dramatically, "then we can help Ashley di her matchmaking magic and get them together," Heather said.

"It's not that simple." Gavin protested "I don't have my rig."

"Your what?" Heather said. this time it was her moment to be confused. 'what rig is he talking about. he needs a computer, not a truck to hack the place.'

Gavin proceeded to spend almost 5 minutes explaining that his rig was his setup with the equipment he had back at his home and the various programs he had set up. Heather lost him after the first 30 seconds but let him ramble on trying to get the gist of what he was saying and finally gave up. "So basically you need your stuff back home to do it?" Heather interrupted Gavin. "can't you get someone to turn it on for you and run it from here or something?"

"I can't," Gavin admitted and slumped his shoulder in defeat, "My mom would turn it off if I'm not there."

"Give me a solution 'Switch' we need a solution." Heather prodded.

"Well, I could ask another hacker I know for some help." Gavin offered "I know this other guy that can definitely do it. He's helped me a lot, taught me a lot of cool stuff you know. But he gets paid for this kinda stuff and I can't pay for it, sorry." Gavin said shrugging with a meek look on his face.

"Don't worry, I'll pay for it." Heather offered. "Who is this guy."

"Keystroke." Gavin said, "He's fantastic."

Heather was surprised that Gavin didn't know that Keystroke was Grace Smith. 'He thinks keystroke is a guy' she smiled inwardly. "I know Keystroke, she came in 2nd last year. Uncle Danny said we have Keystroke on a retainer since he liked her profile better than the guy who came in first. Send her the request and pictures of all of us. Ask her to follow all of us in the mall that day. I'll have someone send her the formal request."

"_Keystroke _is a girl?" Gavin said in surprise.

"What? You got a problem with that?" Heather asked.

"No no no! That sounds like, really cool!" Gavin hurried to answer before painting an image in his head of a skinny girl wearing a t-shirt, white panties, and cat's ears sitting crossed-legged in front of a computer, he was about to say it sounded really hot when he saw Heather's frown. "Oh um.. sorry," he added

'God he is so easy to screw around with.' Heather thought. "But you are still going to hack into the mall and get me a view of the food court." She ordered him as she leaned in pressing her tits against his arm and rested a hand on his thigh while she watched the screen. "I want to see who else was there that day. Maybe there really is someone stalking Vicky."

Heather watched Gavin typing away on the laptop. Screens opened and closed and ran programs, downloads, uploads, and a bunch of other things she didn't know what Gavin was doing. It was dizzying to watch it all. As she did so she felt Gavin's dick get hard and press against her fingertips resting on his thigh. for a moment she lazily let her finger trace the side of his dick and wondered how big it would be. She glanced at him and could see how he kept trying to **** his eyes to concentrate on the screen but they just kept jumping back to her cleavage. She saw with amusement how a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead and practically heard him swallow.

'Poor kid's gonna cum in his pants any minute now.' she thought and she suddenly imagined herself kneeling in front of Gavin, imagined a long thin dick sliding between her massive tits as she sucked the crown of his dick just like in her dream with Andrew this morning, licking and sucking it until he... Heather suddenly shuttered and tried to shake away that image from her head. It was something she should never ever contemplate.

'Shit, I really need to get fucked, like right now!' she groaned inside.